Dada's Brew: Season 1

by Plebs & Fuckboys

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And this is the first occurrence of our Dada's Brew series.

"Dädäism" is a 20th century movement, a form of artistic expression, & development of man that entails "the absurd" yet so much more. The name of this project was derived from envisioning mankind within a transgressive bar, and then some.

Yes, this is a 7 track album not an EP.

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released January 29, 2017

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Plebs & Fuckboys Waterloo, Ontario

The Experimental & Noise-Hop brainchild of Ripdae La Wise & Nickk Dropkick

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Track Name: Belching...(Valley of Death and I will find you)
Verse 1: Belching in Belgium as bells ring, alarms rang out for the child soldiers to hum to, stomp & burp to. Drunken mayhem compliments the trigger finger slippage. In Meham people were shot for looking subjectively stupid. Bricks of lucid hit the streets to feed, the reality fiends, as I snatched venom in midair, snakes won't fly around me.

Verse 2: Crimson nightingales forced themselves to the abyss just to see what it's like to be nothing, mean nothing, exist not, shit there's a dark spot, if they lose their sanity then they won't be lost. See there's a friendly in your valley of enemies, you can burn down all the green or fuck her for personal charity. I will probably find you if you run from the truth of you, you have a head start now, so go & do you..
Track Name: Double Tap (Liverworts)
Chorus: Death by one two, personal gunplay, gorgeous chaos, dog fights everyday. Death by one two, death by one two, death by one two, death by one two. Death by two one, personal knife play, gorgeous order, horse fights everyday. Death by two one, death by two one, death by two one, death by two one.

Verse 1: Life in, order, boarders with broken water in sight of a court in sort of a slick position, a deep-position thought of. Throw up yokes, the eggs came first, watch this rooster fly to the sun to watch his beak light up. He took a trip to Midas to garner a touch, the sweetness in his life made him pause four seconds, the greed of many men inspired many lessons. If blessings were currency he would've had a mansion.

Chorus: Death by one two, personal gunplay, gorgeous chaos, dog fights everyday. Death by one two, death by one two, death by one two, death by one two. Death by two one, personal knife play, gorgeous order, horse fights everyday. Death by two one, death by two one, death by two one, death by two one.

Verse 2: Death, in order, learners with healthy organs in line for dawning positions of power. In the skies of war, contracts are terminated during moments of boring, in the loins of the titans for carnage. So who seeks knowledge while bullets fly near their noggin? So called idiots, maybe, or maybe crazy for ladies who won't take bullets for their ballet transport. She can do a mean split around guys who trusts first.

Chorus: Death by one two, personal gunplay, gorgeous chaos, dog fights everyday. Death by one two, death by one two, death by one two, death by one two. Death by two one, personal knife play, gorgeous order, horse fights everyday. Death by two one, death by two one, death by two one, death by two one.
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Track Name: Kindness (featuring Hoose)
Forget about kindness
Spineless ex-wife comprises
Mind's eye
Divine dives into pools of knives
Crimes started here
Needle shedding tears
Heroin for my lost heroin
Never fear
Never fear
Here we go
Again and again
And again and again
Best friend's the medicine
Tip knocked at the door
Please let him in
Venom cures the bite of the snake
Demons awoken for God's sake
Drank the bitch's brew
Kinda Blue
Miles away from heaven
Soak the witch red what I'm gon' do

What the fuck is kindness?

Metal slapped by pedal
Tea kettle heated
Blow my top for I settle

Pull up
Pull needle out
Pullin' bullets out the box
Button pushed down
Jesus wants money
Satan wants soul
Love dies in the dead of night
And her body cold

What the fuck is kindness?

Forget about kindness
Blood on my hands
Cheers to your highness
Cup full of man's fear
She's lifeless
Gun powder in my throat
Goodbye bitch

Forget about kindness
Forget about kindness
Forget about kindness
Forget about kindness
Track Name: In the Dead South (featuring Hoose)
I'm mostly out of my mind

I'm mostly proof that the gene pool need a life guard
Now come fuck with me
I'm mostly proof of the trump dump trickle down
Merica come fuck with me
I'm mostly proof that the human race finish line ain't white
What's up Whitney?
I'm mostly a sign of the times cuz I ain't vote and I'm in a rally this Wednesday

I'm mostly out of my mind

I'm mostly the reason believing deceiving the heathenous ways is appealing
I'm mostly a guardian of the racist ways we are treating our people
I'm mostly the locomotive driver on the train of thought that drives the crazy motives to train our thoughts that there's only one right track
Now bring it right back

I'm mostly out of my mind

I'm mostly
I'm mostly
I'm mostly
Bring it right back
(x3)
I'm mostly
I'm mostly
I'm mostly
America's soundtrack
Track Name: NoVampCommies? (No Lungs, No Lung Cancer)
Verse: Peaking through a mountain from the counter of a count, my bloodsucking boss with a chain & a cross, is now having lunch with a side of a scream as I stand on top looking down at his pride, no loss here my dear, no loss here my dear, he said to his wife after last week's supper, cuddled notions of grandeur without a question, lingers in his neighborhood, & of course he lives good, & of course he's eating hoods, & of course I'm making books, & of course I'm taking goods.
Track Name: Nobumoto (Deus Ex Nihilo)
Chorus: The trees in his mind are intwined with wineries, his neighbors stare, & call it woozy moto's dojo. A stone in his path would block the Oh Nos, he stumbles to the future as they glare at his past home. The trees in his mind are intwined with wineries, his neighbors stare, & call it woozy moto's dojo. A stone in his path would block the Oh Nos, he stumbles to the future as they glare at his past home.

Verse: I fucking had you, I had you at hello, now I'm low, as low as non-inanimate cellos. Melancholy, torture & all that Jazz. Hand me a bass so I can serenade her from ass to mouth ratio. What a time to read a love letter during a home invasion. Nobu got so many "no boos" he left his pad with anticipation. Perhaps the remedy for this is an odyssey, a divine search for something, something humanly, possible new paint, or pain, you pick, the story needs a new fit. I think the path of a man is determined by his sight, so if he sees blurry, he'll create a few eyes.

Chorus: The trees in his mind are intwined with wineries, his neighbors stare, & call it woozy moto's dojo. A stone in his path would block the Oh Nos, he stumbles to the future as they glare at his past home. The trees in his mind are intwined with wineries, his neighbors stare, & call it woozy moto's dojo. A stone in his path would block the Oh Nos, he stumbles to the future as they glare at his past home.
Track Name: Urban Baby Lady
Chorus: Thanks a lot, thanks a lot, for looking at us, looking at us. Thanks slut, thanks slut, for working with us, working with us.

Verse: Half price off, come & get her while she's hot, I got a baby who puts the boom in babyboomer, yeah she can shoot off tops quicker than a nazi pill pop. Group sessions from docs say she's critically acclaimed, the way she sucks & shoots out souls depicts the gift of how she aims at dames & famous males. The noodle shaped cops want to snatch her health. So what do you want? I have a medic-pack for your glitch, what a mean flinch, I almost lost your attention to maybe what's after or before this, take your pick, she's in the back loading up. Do you choose your own health or someone who can get you off? I just sweetened the deal with a question from my heart. I care about you so you can return to my ark.

Chorus: Thanks a lot, thanks a lot, for shopping with us, shopping with us. Thanks slut, thanks slut, for killing with us, killing with us.